#19 I, Isabel Scheherazade, Spinner of Stories and Plates, Tell a Side Story that DOES Connect to the Next Entry. I Just Wanted to Tell this Way-Back-Seat Story. Hey, It’s MY Blog. :)
Running away ISN’T in my plan (right now at least); but, if I did run away, I’d join the circus. I could be a plate spinner. (The Ring Master would announce me this way: Isabel Scheherazade, Spinner of Plates and Stories.)
I can spin two plates on two poles; Dad and I were working on adding one more. I stopped breaking plates once I understood how the plate keeps its twirl, and, um, also when I switched to brightly colored, glow-in-the-dark plastic spinning plates. 🙂
Here’s how it works: Plate spinning, according to Dad, relies on the gyroscopic effect. To help me understand gyroscopic, Dad and I lie on the floor and watch a toy top. It spins from the side, Isabel. When the energy’s on the right side, the top’s heavier on that side and tries to fall over. But! It doesn’t because the weight moves to the left side and tries to make it fall that way.
I watch so hard my eyes almost crack. I say to Dad, And that keeps it upright?
Until the friction between the top and the wood floor slows the spin–see, it’s wobbling left to right now?
The top fell over, but I got up and spun my first plate!
Dad was a good explainer.
I tell Pop how Dad’s description of the gyroscopic effect helped me. We’re watching Clyde and Sam get their tops spinning. Pop tells me he’ll try to follow Dad’s example and explain things. You could start with explanations about HEARINGS, Pop, I almost say. But don’t.
I’m a plate-spinner in the rest of my life too. Like the other day out in the yard.
(sketches by my friend Ryan)